the measure of sorrow in your brown eyes: or, the violence of ritual.

 

"The axe forgets; the tree remembers." - African Proverb

The scariest thing I can tell you is...

           "it is just good business."
It is the thing people tell themselves.
   when they know, they are doing wrong.
But, even scarier people say it when they think they are doing right.

                                  I refuse to be a slave to "good business."
                                   but still, I spend my disability check
                                    on things, I do not need or ultimately desire
   "made in China" on everything I own
       because it is good business.
                         Despite the fact, they are human beings suffering
      All for someone else's business.

                                    To destroy souls for monetary gain,
                               A system that can't help but leave you maimed.
  To be reminded that your children must fight for scraps and fear the whip.
While being treated as a savage by someone who rapes and tortures.
   Guiltless in the eyes of society, because they still buy the clothes
                          at the shopping center made through coercion of labor.
                      However the measure of sorrow in your brown eyes...
                                  When I see the scars that mark your spine.
                          That a system is made of human beings,
                                     Who take the easy way out.
      you were trying to survive on a factory farm with seven hours of time
                              To grown food for your family and try to heal.
                   Between the burning sun, abuse, and forced labor.
Most of us are on the wrong side of history because of feigned ignorance.
 A belief in a system that is ultimately cruel and can be stricken away
                      on the day of judgment with the ruthless phrase of
                                      "it was just good business."

                  The violence of ritual is a procession of guiltlessness.

                  While iniquity is to be blamed in a parade of shame.

                                  When I saw the light, I went blind.